The evening sky was painted with hues of orange and purple as Yohan, Amon, and Jehovah gathered at the park. The atmosphere was tense, heavy with grief and anger. Amon stood a few feet away from the other two, his fists clenched, his body trembling with barely contained rage. The air around him seemed to shimmer, distorted by the sheer intensity of his emotions.
Yohan took a cautious step forward. "Amon, calm down," he said gently but firmly. "If you release too much power, it will cause extreme heat, and our planet will suffer."
Amon's eyes burned with fury as he turned toward Yohan. Tears welled up, but he refused to let them fall. "How can I be calm?" His voice was thick with emotion. "My father is dead… killed by a mere robot. A machine that has no brain, no heart, no soul!" He gritted his teeth, his entire body shaking as his power surged.
Jehovah stepped forward, his expression solemn. "Amon, I understand your pain, but we need to focus. If we don't stop these robots now, they will become a global threat. Your father wouldn't want you to act recklessly."
Amon's breath came in ragged gasps, his chest rising and falling as he tried to control his emotions. He wanted revenge. He wanted to tear Alpha and Omega apart with his own hands. But deep down, he knew Jehovah was right. His father, the Commissioner, had always preached discipline and strategy over blind rage.
Yohan placed a hand on Amon's shoulder. "We have to handle this carefully. If we make one wrong move, we could cause more destruction than the robots themselves. Let's take the night to rest and clear our minds. We'll meet here tomorrow at 7:00 AM, and we'll come up with a plan together."
Jehovah nodded. "That sounds like the best approach. Rushing in without a plan will only get more people killed."
Amon stood still, silent. His fists slowly unclenched, though his anger hadn't faded. His mind was a storm of emotions—grief, rage, helplessness. Without a word, he turned around and walked away.
Yohan watched him go, his heart heavy with sympathy. He had known Amon for years and had never seen him like this before. Losing a father was one of the deepest wounds a person could endure, and Amon's pain ran deeper because of how unjust the death had been. A machine had taken his father's life—a soulless, unfeeling machine.
Yohan sighed and turned to Jehovah. "I just hope he doesn't do anything reckless tonight."
Jehovah crossed his arms. "Amon is strong, but his emotions are unstable right now. If he acts out, it could put us all in danger. We need to keep an eye on him."
Yohan nodded. "Yeah… we will."
The two stood in silence for a few moments, the cool night breeze rustling the leaves around them. Finally, Yohan sighed and stretched his arms. "We should head home too. We need to be well-rested for tomorrow."
"Agreed," Jehovah said, his tone firm. "Tomorrow, we take the first step in stopping Alpha and Omega."
With that, the two of them went their separate ways, both carrying the weight of what was to come.
As Amon walked alone through the dimly lit streets, his thoughts were consumed by the memories of his father. He remembered how his father had always stood for justice, how he had believed in protecting people at all costs. The Commissioner had been a man of honor, and now he was gone—just like that, without warning, without a chance to fight back.
Amon clenched his fists again, his nails digging into his palms. He couldn't just sit back and wait. He needed to act. He needed to make those machines pay.
Yohan and Jehovah wanted to wait until morning, but Amon wasn't sure he could. His blood boiled with rage, his mind clouded with thoughts of revenge.
But what could he do alone?
He let out a frustrated breath, staring up at the dark sky. "Father… what should I do?"
No answer came, only the distant sounds of the city—cars passing by, the occasional chatter of pedestrians, the wind whispering through the trees.
Amon closed his eyes, his jaw tightening.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow, they would find a way to stop Alpha and Omega.
And when they did… he would make sure they never took another life again.